A girl named Rhea had made it to hogwarts, she was doing her first year in 5th year. She will have struggles with her magic and work, until she meets the one and only Draco Malfoy.
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The following days at Hogwarts blurred together as Rhea and Draco navigated their increasingly complicated lives. With each passing class, the burden of the dark magic they had awakened pressed heavily upon them. Whispers of uncertainty floated through the hallways, and the tension in the Slytherin common room grew palpable.
As Halloween approached, the castle transformed into a realm of enchantment. Banners adorned the Great Hall, and floating candles illuminated the tables below. Despite the festive atmosphere, Rhea felt a deepening sense of dread, as if something sinister lurked just beyond her reach.
On the day of the Halloween feast, Rhea arrived early, hoping to find some sense of comfort amidst the chaos. She settled at the Slytherin table, the buzz of excitement surrounding her. Pansy was animatedly discussing costumes, while Blaise and Draco exchanged knowing glances. But as the minutes passed, Rhea couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.
"Are you alright?" Draco asked, noticing her distant expression as he slid into the seat beside her.
"I'm fine," Rhea lied, forcing a smile. "Just thinking."
"About what?" he pressed, his concern evident.
"About everything," she replied, glancing around the hall. "About the whispers, about us... about the darkness."
Draco's brow furrowed, and he leaned closer. "You need to stop worrying. We're handling it. And tonight is supposed to be fun."
Before Rhea could respond, the doors swung open, and a procession of Hogwarts students flooded in. Laughter filled the hall, but Rhea's heart raced as she scanned the crowd. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was brewing, an undercurrent of tension that threatened to erupt.
As the feast commenced, plates filled with food appeared, the magical spread enticing and vibrant. Laughter and chatter echoed around them, but Rhea felt detached from the festivities. Her thoughts drifted to the darkness within Draco, and how it seeped into every moment they shared.
"Rhea!" Pansy's voice cut through her thoughts. "Are you joining the costume contest tonight?"
Rhea blinked, pulling herself back into the present. "I didn't really think about it," she admitted.
"Oh, come on! You have to! It'll be fun!" Pansy insisted, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Draco smirked, leaning back in his chair. "I can't imagine you in a costume, Rhea. You might scare everyone away."
She shot him a playful glare. "Very funny, Malfoy."
The conversation flowed, but Rhea's thoughts continued to drift. After dinner, the students gathered in the Great Hall for the costume contest, the atmosphere electric with anticipation. Rhea felt her heart race as she stepped into the hall, surrounded by colorful costumes and laughter. Yet, beneath the surface, she felt the whispers returning, tugging at her mind.
